Wednesday, August 29, 2018

2 Steps Forward and 10 Steps Back

     I have often blogged about the daily struggles of Narcolepsy with 
Cataplexy (NWC) and Multiple Sclerosis (MS).  I am a strong individual and often make the comment that MS does not quit so I opted to quit MS.  The truth of the matter is neither of these incurable illnesses quit and there truly is not an option to "quit" them.  I often say if I had a choice I would choose to completely rid myself of the toxic neurological disease of Narcolepsy.  However, as of lately, I am unsure I still feel the same way.  MS is definitely like my fellow MSers refer to as the MonSter.  It literally has taken what I have built up of my life since 2012 and completely torn it down in a matter of 3 days.  Once again it rears it's nasty little head as if just to make sure I remember that it is the more powerful between the two of us.
     First, just a peek into my life.  Somedays I get up and stretch, other than a severe muscle cramp in my calves and the arches of my feet, occasionally in my quads or thighs, sometimes in my seems as thought my body is completely going to cooperate today.  As I get off the bed and step.....OUCH, pins and needles that I have to just endure and walk on to the bathroom or stand still for a brief moment until it passes.  Sometimes it passes quickly and other times I have to endure it and walk on before I piss myself.  I am sure I look pretty silly stepping to the bathroom as though I am stepping over hot coals when there is nothing there.  But its a fact that I cannot control my gait any better than some of my patients that come in our office that have just started to walk.  Then as I get to the toilet just before having an accident on myself.....i feel as though I cannot pee, then it starts and then I cannot stop it and it goes on and though I want to sit on the toilet until my legs fall asleep, again complicating my morning.  Now it is coffee time.  Jon usually fixes my coffee but he works long hours and most days he is gone long before I get up.  So I am off to make my own coffee.  Carrying it to the bathroom to get ready for work is a skill I have mastered after many spills and self inflicted burns.  As I manage to get to the bathroom in one piece I start the shower.  Most times I forget to turn on the hot or cold water and stepping into a scalding hot shower or ice cold pretty much feels the same at first until my body recognizes the difference, after I have either burned or frozen myself.  I cuss, laugh, then want to cry but go on......I wash my hair, which by the time I rinse my shampoo out my arms are so tired and I am so short of breath I want to stop but I have to finish.  I finish rinsing my hair then wash my body and by the time I rinse, Shaving is no longer an option.  My arms and hands have had enough and I am exhausted. Sounds sill doesn't it?? Well I feel silly and weak writing this but also find such comfort in admitting the defeat I feel daily.  So after drying off its time to recooperate and recharge my batteries so I can put makeup on and fix my hair.  Somedays only one of these are possible.  It has been several weeks since I fixed my hair and worn makeup on the same day.  After living with the 2 demons daily I have learned that I have to let some things go and choose wisely so I am not low on "spoon" count before my day even starts.  Now I can get dressed and after trying to rack my brain to remember which day it is and what color scrubs to wear......I choose.  (I normally prevent this flustering moment by putting my daily work scrubs in order from M-T with the correct color on each day.  After tripping a couple of times and a few blurted dirty words I manage to get ready to go.  I manage to tie my shoes or have someone else to do it some days :( Then off to take the girls to school.  Some days the oldest drives to preserve a little more energy and focus.  Somedays I take a wrong turn or go the way I went to my old job but quickly straighten out and head to work.  Keep in mind I am exhausted before I walk in.  When I walk in the door I am proud to be able to work but also dreading trying to not only work, which is tiring, but keep all my glitches on the DL.  I smile and laugh alot to hide my pain or embarassment, talk alot to stay alert and focused, and move alot to prevent pain and numbness.  I am exhausted already and want to rest so bad It brings me to tears.  Then I remember I am the one who woke up from a coma and went to work four short months later.  I dig in and remember that I am fortunate to have my job and have the privilege to make a difference in so many lives daily.  So I suck it up and get busy.  Some days I am on target and work circles around myself.  Other days no matter how hard I try.......I cannot keep up or get things going in a smooth manner.  Everything I touch turns shitty.  Then I have to have a bathroom break and revamp, remember that it is not okay to give up or to cry.  Then I get back at it.
     This has not been the case this week.  I lost it this week.  I have worked and pushed myself to the point of exhaustion before and dearly paid.  Once nearly losing my life, once nearly costing someone theirs and nearly losing my RN license.  So after having two days of cataplexy attacks, which should not be happening and frustrates me to no end, and drifting during traffic stopping, i made a choice to stay home after lunch.  I cant risk anything happening because my brain and body made a choice to completely shut down and quit on me :(  It frustrates me so much because I have never quit on my body not once but it wants to quit on my almost daily.  So I have no enjoyment, I hate summer and can barely leave my house due to heat intolerence, but now this stupid illness is trying to rob me of my work ethic also.  There have been several days I have done the ultimate NO NO in by book.  I broke down and cried at work.  It just breaks my heart that I am no longer able to push my body to keep going.  You know the saying The Mind says Go when the body says NO.  This is not the case for me lately.  When my body or mind says no that is it......that is the final answer, NO.  
     Needless to say, I have lived with one disease most of my life, the other, probably longer than I have had a diagnosis.  I have learned to live with them and know what to do to over come obstacles related to memory and physical impairment.  However, I have learned this week to listen to my body and when it says to take a break, I need to listen and abide.  Because my body will not give me any other choice eventually.  It discourages me so much.  So much that sometimes I can do nothing but cry, which helps nothing.  I fought so hard to get back where I am with full time employment, fighting illness one day at a time, and my licenses in good standing where they should have always been.......2 steps forward, now my disease once again, set me 10 steps back.  The state deems me able to work and not draw disability but where is a job who allows the rest periods and days off when my illness waxes and wanes.  No one running a business can abide to such.  So like I said I have went 2 steps forward and 10 steps back.  Now to punt again and get back in the game.  As soon as this body allows me to walk vertical and push on. Maybe tomorrow I will get ahead 3 or 4 steps before being pushed back to the point of starting again.  
    Usually I have a more positive outlook but today I am thinking how fortunate I am to have not one but two rare diseases.....however at least after a year of misdiagnosis of Lupus at least I have peace Knowing what my diagnosis is but that is just the beginning.  
    Enjoy the video......Rob Thomas wrote this for his wife who suffers from autoimmune disease......the video is very close to how it feels to suffer from MS.


Tuesday, July 4, 2017

What I Learned From a Child

Not long ago I had the pleasure of meeting a little boy at the young age of 6.  Upon meeting him I knew I loved his father with everything in me and I'd hoped I could teach him things that I have taught my own four children.  Things about having fun, living outside the box, and just things about life, lord knows I have lived through obstacles and have steered my own kids away from my experience of finding things out the hard way. Little did I know he would teach me things.  This little boy has a condition known as Autism.  While spending time with this little boy I noticed he was beyond intelligent and lived in his own little world. A world I was somewhat intrigued by and curious about and jealous and envious of at the same time. While spending time with this young Boy and paying attention in great depth I acquired knowledge I feel no one else could have taught me.  This child taught me something entirely like no one is watching.  I find myself dancing around and laughing in public, regardless of where we are, which is totally refreshing!  He taught me to view the smallest things as a blessing and as exciting.  Things most take for granted he becomes ecstatic about doing them.  He taught me to show enthusiasm while going through life with those I love most.  This would show them how much I cherish every second with them and that the smallest of things are priceless while by their side.  Something that makes me feel absolutely wonderful is how everytime I walk through the door whether it be hours, minutes, or seconds later he makes me feel like he is so glad to see me and to hug me.  Imagine if we treated everyone we love this way. Imagine how we all would know our worth.  I'm so thankful to have met this child. To now be able to start training myself to brush off the small things and move right along. Go ahead and March to the beat of my own drum regardless who else can hear it. To smile and have fun no matter how little the activity or without even leaving home. Embrace the love of those I hold dear and show them always how excited I am to have them in my life everyday. I truly believe that God has used this condition to teach us to not be selfish and to give, laugh, love, and enjoy life. For we only have one. I'm so thankful for his dad, whom I love with all my heart and soul. But not only for his dad but thankful for his beautiful mother as well. For all she does and all she has instilled in his beautiful soul as well. Thankyou both of you for allowing me to have the pleasure of being a part of his life. I am learning everyday from him and hope I can teach him things along the way. Thankyou 

Saturday, April 29, 2017


the colors fade to black and white
i prefer alone 
peace and quiet
unsure if what became of my smile
for i haven't seen it in quiet awhile 

i love unconditional and deep 
not the quitting kind
but never have i been loved the same
to my heart a man has not been kind

as i hit my knees with tears filling my hazel eyes
i prayed please send me a man who tries
to make me never lose my smile
one who appreciates that i go the extra mile
i don't need money or material possessions 
just someone who makes loving me his obsession
one who stands in front but only to guide me
to protect me
not to lead me nor berates me
i cried and prayed for the man of my dreams to come true
dear lord to love me as i need him to
i was weak and broken and i hear the lord say
get up my child he will come one day
please be patient for your kind heart will see 
it will be paid back for how you have loved me
i found my strength again and dusted off my knees and looked up as i dried my tears and say thankyou for your ear
i know he exists i've always known he is near 
and one day will come and i will cry no more tears 

just as the promise was told 
i sent a message to a friend of old
we chatted and never thought much
of befriending one another again 
reunited as the friends we once were 
and talked of all we had suffered and endured 
then he insisted we go for a drive 
that i should get out for a short time

we rode for miles and talked the whole way
there was not a moment we didn't smile or laugh that day
as we walked that evening by the water 
i couldn't help but wonder
what was the feeling i had had
wanting him to just take my hand
why would i think that
why would it cross my mind
with things i had been through time after time
denna what a silly stupid girl you are to want to go through the heart being scarred 
again? silly girl are you sure 
to have a man once again treat you as though your
nothing and don't matter to leave you alone 
bruised and broken doesn't have to be bones
remember the pain you have been through and don't be the stupid romantic you
hush the voice of reason in my mind 
i prayed for him and i am unsure how i know this time but he's the one i been waiting for my whole life 
the one who needs me as much as i need him this time it's right 

i played all the possible taboo through my head and the answer i got was said
he is not the same and i know this to be true that he don't lie and is a gentle soul and would not put his hands on you 
i fought the urge to hold his hand or look in his eyes and it happened anyway to my surprise
our hands met together at the same time and when i glanced over at him his eyes met mine
i shivered and my heart beat fast 
and my tummy quivered 
as we walked holding hands that day by the river 

today my life is perfect never mistake 
when the lord says he will send your heart to you he will not forsake
i'm finally whole and all the love songs make sense 
now that i have him in my life my heart has been rinsed
of all the battered bruises and voids left open like a door 
with one touch i knew this was the love that i had prayed for 

he is gentle and kind but strong like a soldier
loving me kind, fighting for my love
he makes me smile and nourishes my soul and everyday my love for him grows
bigger and better and will be bigger than life
one day i will be honored to be his wife 
i said never again but today i must say
i will wear his name with honor until the day 
i am laid to rest and leave this world
i just hope i love him enough and he feels adored 
to know what he has done and the new life he breathed within me 
the heart he rebuilt and how he made me love living again
how he took my broken soul and restored my faith in men
he loves me like no other has ever in my time
i promised him i may not love him the rest of his life 
but i will love him the rest of mine

Thursday, July 2, 2015

Like I Did Today

I've never felt heartache 
Like I felt today
While looking at my little girls as they were told
Their daddy had gone away
Not for the moment 
       But gone to stay
       Gone to heaven to work the big lights
        In the sky
      To be the scenic designer for the
        Lord forever by and by

I've never felt heartache
Like I felt today
Looking at my daddy
As his mother slipped away
I wanted to take the pain
From him and consume it for my own
But I could do nothing more for him
        Other than stay strong
Ive never felt heartache
Like I did today
When looking at my brothers face
As he laid his baby girl
In her final resting place
My heart was heavy but there was nothing I could do or say
Nothing to take his  pain away........

I've never felt heartache like I did today
As my mothers face was stoic and sad
As she laid to rest, her best friend, her dad
I could tell although I was only a mere 8 years old
My mother I once knew
Was now gone
A piece of her died along with grandpa too
I always tried to remind her, in some ways
I am here for you
But too young to be much comfort
Or help ease her pain
My heart broke for her again and again

I've never felt heartache
Like I did today
When he told me
He didn't feel the same
My best friend , love of my life
No longer wanted me
As his wife
I thought this too shall pass as all my troubles had
Just like the last
But the hurt was a feeling I've never felt before
As I turned to walk out  the door
He did not follow me
Or ask me to stay
I suffered my first broken heart that day

I've never felt heartache
Like I felt today
When I looked at my doctor as he told me of my fate
I have to stay strong
Just as I always have
Be strong
To help my mother along
But ironically my plan suddenly changed
As I was told that she and I suffer from the same
I am a Phoenix, a Titan they say
But I felt helpless and defeated on that day
He does not give us more than we can take
But lord I cannot take anymore weight
I want some of  my burden to be lifted from my being
No more tradgedy I am pleading
I know I am strong
But I'm growing tired and weary
And the burdens become a struggle upon my shoulders
I used to move mountains
Now only boulders

Denna Dionne

Sunday, May 24, 2015



Today is your day you enter the real world not as a boy but as a man.
But like I've always told you time and time again
No matter how old you get you're always mommy's little man.
So as usual I have plenty to say and advice to give, 
If I may.
Always look ahead to the goals you desire to dream
Set them realistically so they are possible to achieve.
This keeps you striving because you avoid letting yourself down,
Because that's who you have to lean on
When no one else is around.
After reaching one you set to achieve another,
Always remember these wise words from your mother.
When your goals are reached the adventure has just about to begin,
And during your travels you will rise and fall again and again.
Some days are tough and some hardest of all,
But today I want you to know I will catch you when you fall.
When the world can be cruel and mean just know that it happens to all us and deal with it clever and keen.
Our outlook and poise during the times we get knocked down,
Determine how we continue,
Just tune out all the noise
Today I give you a gift to last your whole life through
Don't let people interrupt your path to yourself stay true.
Be kind to everyone no matter their worth or looks because
Some of the most valuable people you will meet don't fit in or go by the books.
Treasure your family because you're true shelter they are
They are always here for you no matter where you go or how far.
Today I remind you of what I hoped you learned from words I spoke that didn't mean anything then 
But when circumstance pushes you will hear them time and time again.
Smile at strangers and be kind to the poor
Don't break anyone's heart intentionally because broken wings make it impossible to soar.
Take my lessons and remember them don't make mistakes as mine
But know any choices I made seemed right at the time
Be loyal to your friends and family for some don't have any
But also just ignore and don't waste time on you're enemies.
Treat women like a lady never treat one mean or unkind
Don't break people's trust because it's hard to get back for quiet sometime.
Enjoy life because we only have one
This also means be smart and think before you act my son
Today you start a whole New chapter in life
Its full of surprise, success, and strife 
God blessed you with more than you know at this time
And he blessed me with you sweet child of mine.
So Today put on that crooked littke grin that will probably get you out of as much trouble
As it gets you in.
Today I watch my baby walk across that stage
And start life starting a new page.
I hope I loved you enough for you to make your way
 as I let go of My baby and welcome my young man today
Today I won't cry because although you've grown-up 
You will hopefully never grow apart because today I want you to know 
That you are a quarter of my heart.
It isn't whole without you in it
So today you start life
Be in it to win it.
Happy Graduation
I love you Blake 

Saturday, January 17, 2015

From the Coach's Wife's Desk

 I sit here thinking, contemplating on even publishing my excerpt during the season where we have such victory yet defeat.  Defeat in fans, parents, fair weather friends, and even issues at home when the HOME team needs the coach and the "HOME" TEAM needs the coach as well.  I'm often asked to cross my Ts and dot my Is check myself and remember where I am from before I speak. My head coach prefers for me let things roll and take it with a grain of salt, ignore it, and leave my witty sarcasm out of my discussion.  Then I remember that so many times as a single mom and dad, a hospice nurse, a patient who awoke from a coma scared, a rehab patient who became friends with her therapists, a person with so much physical and emotional pain, a person burdened with Narcolepsy and Cataplexy and multiple sclerosis, and a person that  has been on every socio-economic level from making fine as a single woman, to losing weight working 2-3 jobs to feed my kids, to the person everyone Sat with just because of who I was at the time, back to homeless and hungry due to working myself to death as a single mother and not having the choice to stop or to rest.  After remembering all of that and realizing this is why give had the same friends a lifetime, why I was the trauma and ortho docs favorite yet most sarcastic patient, why my mom who lives far away and my step dad are bored when I return home after a visit, why friends know I will be truthful, and always admit what I said.  Also why people know there aren't skeletons in my personal closet because I am not ashamed and pull them out myself so you have nothing to say.  It takes the fun out of talking about people when they have already spilled the beans lol.  Then I read  the name on my blog. I realize I can say whatever I want. In my blog I am the head coach this is MY HOME COURT, Like real life my players are my readers :) some are on board with my game some aren't. And just like readers have the choice to read another blog, players have a choice to play for another team, simple. I have no pity for ones that say impossible. I attended a high school which I adored and wanted My kids to attend the same. My oldest was an outstanding basketball player and did not make the team at my large and prestigious alma mater. As a parent, I don't assume my child should make teams, make all-star, and definitely start on a team.  Once my son was used for one purpose and it was not that I knew he was capable of so much more but HE KNEW...he was repeatedly brought off the bench to shoot his mean 3 and put the team back ahead. What a chore for a mere sophomore who adored playing B team because all He wanted to do was play but he did it. No qurstions, no whining to me for he knew my reply.  I moved him from my alma mater across to another town were this is exactly what the coach did with him. My child was a minority at that HS but like I always told him....there is no place to belly ache you wanna compete? Dig in and earn that spot put in extra time at the gym....mission accomplished, however the situation remained the same.  Some would have pulled the race card or put it all over MySpace lol.  Going to play for the blue map, after my child always being called in to dig the team out of the hole, didn't get in hardly at all if at all. With the student section screaming "put Barnes in!"
I assured my son he helped them get there,chin up. It wasn't til after this team got kicked out of basketball camp twice for fighting or stealing that my son chose not to play with these type people any longer.  He said he was not playing and verbalized that this school in his credentials may hinder him from attending the very college they were stirring up a ruckus.  I knew his love of the game so I switched schools once more to a small county school on a mountain top that didn't stand a chance.....of course my kid was the star and took them to victory many Times. However the other side of that is another son awesome at football but loved basketball also and looked up to his brother. Now this brings me to my entire reason for this blog.
     I have an issue with my coach being accused of playing children lucky enough to be born to certain parents, living a certain lifestyle, or being wealthy. Because first of all, my entire household believes a kid has nothing, their parents may, the child however doesn't have one red cent. Money does not win ballgames. Of course except in the NBA when you practically "buy" the best players :D okay now that we are clear on that let me sarcastically paint another picture for those who don't understand ..... I was taught better by my all American mom and dad who taught me to work and work harder, no handouts and nothing worth having is free.....I hate not everyone is taught this growing up. I'm sorry for that, really.  What wins games in high school is just the simple remedy of talent + hard work + strategy + some God given natural talent + knowing your opponent + desire to win, and like him or not,  just some Damn good coaching. They don't teach the real coaching tactics in college. Its experience, having been there. It is a "calling." I can rest easy knowing that when my coach stands before God he will have plenty to discuss after fulfilling his purpose :) Not once has he questioned it or tried to rebuke his calling. I will never forget the anger and hurt I have felt in the past with my coach being accused of being biased, prejudice, or favoring anyone, and the best....and most humorous ......trying to please certain parents.  Lets revert back to my football player that LOVES basketball. HE just happen to be the age where my coach was the head coach and was holding tryouts.  So proud of my coaching tactics and skills.....wait I mean parenting skills.My son said how nice and easy if I were automatically on the team because of " who I am but I know I got to hustle and I also know I'm not quiet the player as some of my peers," how mature.  Well my coach aka husband cut this child, my child, how dare he, how could this be?? Know why cause He needs to WIN. WINNING KEEPS HIM EMPLOYED AND FOOD IN MY FAMILY'S MOUTH, A ROOF OVER OUR HEADS, THE POSSIBILITY OF MY DAUGHTERS GRADUATING FROM A SCHOOL THEY ADORE, and remaining happy for the first time since losing their biological father a little over a year ago.  It means I continue medical treatments for my illness.   This coach is coaching more than just a game on the court.  I am sick at times and need a coach myself, but mine is coaching elsewhere.  Many days of collapsing, spasms, pain.....I want MY coach here coaching to keep me at the level I am and not worse.  He's coaching his life passion but yet coaching my girls way of hopefully remaining in one place. When they cry about a father gone and need the one here known as daddy also, he is busy with others' children.  So I get horrifically offended by the selfish, childish, comments made before realizing that court and that gym is only a small fraction of my coach's life.
     I wish I had a dollar for every hurt feeling, sad and happy one, every regret he has because the game got so intense that his intentions are lost, and for every tear I've seen him shed for what a player may be going through that he shares with his coach, my coach. I would be wealthy, wealthier than I am in witnessing it first hand.
     Last, when my coach is slandered, verbally or on social media, I have to wonder, what are you teaching your kids? Its ok to gossip, point fingers, or even cyber bully? I can tell you it is the exact message that is being sent.  I fail miserably at messages I send my kids time and time again. Because although I come from a family and a school that exemplifies class I am still me. I have a short fuse and the desire to defend my family with the fight of a tiger. As a young mother 25 years ago I had been known to take it outside or ask one to take a seat or I would gladly show you to your seat.  But not until the verbal attack on my kids became physical or intimidating or vulgar to my cubs.   Like TNT.... I had a very hard time teaching my kids that education, class, knowledge is triumphant over temper when mine is so short,  no tolerance for BS, immaturity,drama, bullying, stupidity, etc.....but I met a coach.  He taught me that extra part of class I was lacking. That part where it's ok to be bossy, sarcastic, witty, and stand up for myself and my kids, my family and friends, and what I believe in.  He taught me that even though a majority of my views are legit and right on.....not all of them are and it is ok to think other people's views are just as legit in their homes
     In closing, before you hide behind social media or a church door or a cell phone, camera, whatever your poison, know that my baby girls hear things and their feelings have been hurt and for that reason it became my business! But without the sarcasm or the things I would like to say I will close in a thank you. Thanks coach for teaching me things later in life, things my poor parents never could enforce because I was then an adult out on my own and allowed so many obstacles and triumph to make me hard. Thanks for instilling the piece of class I lacked, of walking away at times as opposed to wasting my breath that falls onto deaf ears.  Thanks for constantly butting your head against a brick wall called stubbornness when trying to have your sweet compassion rub off on me and for teaching Me sweet revenge and being a mastermind revenge queen wasn't sweet after all.  Off the record thanks for staying with me through my wreck,coma, and long rehab when we thought I may not walk.......thanks for asking for my hand, love you BIG.  YOU didn't have to saying as you came into our lives only four months prior to that day. Thanks for coaching and loving us through.  Most of all thanks for loving me the assistant coach, even though here is my court, my team, my way.......
     And as for the lovers and the haters. Team is team and every player matters. My coach finally instilled this in my boys who always said who cares if we win a ring if I never play......
I knew this when my youngest boy, the one who didn't make my coach's team, in good spirits says...during and intense time playing football for MSHS says " our WINNING football dynasty is only as good as the scout team!!!" haha love it. And such truth  from such a young man.  With that said I think an awesome bunch of kids are learning what winning feels like!

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Who We Are

This is part 1 of blog sessions I am calling 
Crossover:  The Coach's Wife's Guide for   The Coach On and Off the Court :D 

Who is the coach's wife? Let me start by saying we are people and spectators of the sport, a human, a mother, a daughter, a wife, we just happen to be married to the coach. We work in a different field than out coach yet raise our children alone a majority of the time and still keep the house in order and support our favorite coach. 
     What do we want? I can only speak for some of the wives I've met throughout my being drafted by our coaching hubbies but I am not shy to speak up. 
First of all, what we want from the general public is easy, simple treat people how you want to be treated Golden Rule.      Please don't judge me on my appearance or the fact I try overly hard to get to know you or make sure everyone knows I'm the new coach's wife. Also on the other side and as for myself, please don't judge me because I seem snotty or unapproachable just because I keep to myself and am not overly involved.  Some people are more comfy in the spotlight and are so utterly proud of her coaching spouse they seem to be all over the place and everyone's bestie.  The rest of us are perfectly content just introducing ourselves as ourselves not the coach's wife.  We lose our own identity through the process of being teamed up with a coach so never expect me to say I am the coach's wife until after I've used my name :)  because not only am I Justin,Blake, Baylee, and Gabby's mom, I am Debbie's daughter and Billy's youngest, Mike's sister, and so and so' sold hospice nurse, I am also known as ......yep "the coach's wife." 
     We want respect not to bash the man we love within hearing distance. We love our loud coach just as you love your banker, accountant, preacher, iron worker, doctor, lawyer, etc etc.  How would you react to one of us bashing your spouse and talking about his piss poor job when there is no way I can do his job?  Correct it would not be I ask for understanding and forgiveness when I react the same way! Also we ask get know us for us. Don't eat me up to my face because I am the coach's wife, I have no pull with my coach if your son is picked for his team or gets cut.....NONE!  He cut our own child the second day of tryouts so that's no necessary.  Do not dislike us because you dislike our coach. We are not the coach and have no control over his temper when he feels his team could give more or when he feels the referee is cheating his team.  Do not judge me on his performance and avoid me during losing streaks or when your child doesn't play as much as you think they should.  And don't act as though I'm a personal best friend during winning seasons and when your child is the star player.  That will only start rumors about us both from the prior one because our friendship is why your child starts.  No again my own child my own flesh and blood got cut!  I have no say in who is on the coach's team! 
     And last for now, do NOT for one moment think that when the game is over and everyone goes home that I get my love back.......because I don't! He replays the game over and over until he is ready for bed.  During the off season he works behind the scenes trying to make the program better to inspire young athletes to give 100%.  Don't get angry when he scolds a child because he scolds mine twice as bad and it's for the same reasons not doing your part or doing your best or simply not doing what your told!! And please don't expect wins all the time and judge his ability on the record! He is teaching your child more than just ball, he or she may not know it yet but later will realize what he learned from my coaching hubby.  Never doubt my coach's feelings for his players for your kids are the topic of conversations at my house or over dinner when we have our own kids.  Your child's needs and interest get met often before our own.  Not because it's his job....know that it's his job because it's his calling, his passion, his Love for the game!